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I used to rig up stuff to make people slam on their brakes and freak out. I made a ghost out of white cloth tied to sting suspended across the road. As the car got closer I'd make the ghost rise up by pulling the string tight. People screamed and locked it up. It was funny as $hit. I was always doing stuff like that.

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I used to rig up stuff to make people slam on their brakes and freak out. I made a ghost out of white cloth tied to sting suspended across the road. As the car got closer I'd make the ghost rise up by pulling the string tight. People screamed and locked it up. It was funny as $hit. I was always doing stuff like that.

We used to do goofy stuff like that. We'd get two kids standing on either side of the road, pretending they were holding a rope and were ready to yank on it, in front of the car. There really was no rope, but cars thought we were going to pull a rope in front of them and would stop. If it was an old lady, she'd sit there until she figured out we were pranking. If it was an old guy, he'd just yell at us "You damned kids get the hell outta here!".

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God, that's beautiful man! And they say romance is dead!

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Worst was allegedly smashing mailboxes of people I didn't like, mostly teachers. A friend had a police scanner and he warned us that the FBI was doing a stake out. So we drove by and there was a plain car backed up behind some trees on the edge of the field and in a couple other hiding spots for a few days.

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I "heard" of some kids that would find a couple that were making out in a car at night. They would sneak up on them in the dark and light off a few firecrackers. This was during the Son of Sam days. I'm sure some shorts were soiled during those escapades.

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Back in the late 60s, there was this Christmas display in the center of a large shopping center parking lot, Fort Christmas. It was set up like an enclosed fort with all kinds of Xmas displays in there like sleighs, Santa, reindeer models, etc. There was also a "talking Xmas tree". It was basically an enclosed wooden teepee painted to look like a tree, where a guy was inside and you would ask him questions and the "tree" would give you answers. My friend who was always the prankster, decided to light a cigarette and throw it inside the talking tree enclosure. I think we were like 11 or 12 at the time. Somehow it smoldered without anyone dragging on it. After a while, the guy came out of the tree enclosure choking and coughing.

After all that subsided and the guy was off his guard, my friend and I came back a week later. This time, he tossed in a string of Black Cat firecrackers, and we took off. Next thing, the firecrackers go off and the guy comes running out, half angry, half crying. I think he peed himself. The guy saw us in the distance, snickering, and trying to hide. He confronted us and was starting to push us around. We were just little kids and he was probably 18. Well, this lady came in to Fort Christmas and saw what was going on and she asked us if everything was alright. We said "this big guy is picking on us". She went and got a manager from one of the stores and the talking tree guy got a tongue lashing for picking on little kids.